Thinking I just may end up alone again. Is single that bad? - No, I recall it being a time of self development, exploration, calm, and fun. So, why do I dread letting go?
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Thinking I just may end up alone again. Is single that bad? - No, I recall it being a time of self development, exploration, calm, and fun. So, why do I dread letting go?
11/17/14
Tonight my eyes burn.
I have many regrets, embarrassment and shameful memories which appear to be growing in number and surfacing more frequently. Why?
Reflection concludes I don't feel good about my journey to this half way mark in life. Yet, I feel paralyzed to act on what I have now managed to deem important in this earthly experience.
Death is now a subject I ponder often. Such sorrow it induces, thrusting me into spiritual thought.
I could never have prepared for this season. Warnings are wasted on youth. Is it by design? Must we experience the niavity only to find sufficient wisdom to know our regrets? Is this what supplies us with appreciation?
Blissful niavity, regrets for the wise.....what will follow?
Well said Thomas Wyatt. Thank you.
And Wilt Thou Leave me Thus? And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay, say nay, for shame, To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame; And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay, say nay! And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among? And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus? Say nay, say nay! And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath given thee my heart Never for to depart, Nother for pain nor smart; And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay, say nay! And wilt thou leave me thus And have no more pity Of him that loveth thee? Hélas, thy cruelty! And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay, say nay!
Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.
Rumi (via uapiminakashi)
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-Stressed Mommy
07/31/14
Dear Hubby,
I dreamed of you again last night. I was being intimate with another man. You were laying next to us. I kept looking at you to see if you'd stop me....I wanted you to stop me. If you had, it would tell me you still loved me. You didn't stop me. You didn't say anything.
I woke feeling the pain as if you didn't want me anymore...the pain of you leaving me.
Maybe you just want me to live life. Maybe you feel if you step in, if you had stopped me, I wouldn't move on. I'd rather not live or move on with life. I'd rather live with you wanting and loving me in my dreams.
Please stop avoiding me. Please stop pushing me away. Just live and love me in a realm where we can be together....In my dreams.
I'll be waiting,
Wifey
Organ Donation
4/20/14
Dear Hubby,
There's a part of your story I haven't told as I feel it will be controversial. However, after speaking with many widows I have found most of us have had the same experience and thoughts.
ORGAN DONATION: I won't do it. And here's why.
As we stood around you contemplating whether to keep you on or take you off of life support, the doctor was pushing to let you go. He did not sit me down and lay out the pro's and con's of both scenarios. He simply pushed to let you go and insisted you wouldn't make it...and pushed the worst case scenario. He did not give much input to the other option. As doing so, the medical staff, as if by routine said repeatedly, "ma'am, Todd is an organ donor, if we don't act quickly to harvest the organs (notice they didn't say "his organs"), the oxygen supply won't be high enough to make use of them. His wishes won't be met." In the moment it was something to consider. Thank Heavenly Father for your mother. She told them where to go.
The doctor didn't perform an EEG, stating your body was failing and wouldn't sustain itself anyways. They removed the life support and you still managed to breath on your own for sometime. I remember praying and feeling you were fighting. You were always a fighter. But the breaths got lighter and lighter. ...And you were gone.
Now I know, had you EEG activity his duty would be to inform us we could keep you alive and discuss the body's recovery and what it would have meant for you. Worst case, a vegetative state. Best case, time would allow the brain to rewire itself. You would slowly gain back health, motor control, speech, walking, eating, etc.... likely not all.... likely not the same quality of life. Spiritually, who knows what testimony this may have given you...how it would strengthen you as an individual.
After attending an organ donors rememberance event, many questions were provoked. Once considering my own will and health care instructions for my power of attorney, I now need answers. Who in the system is benefiting from these donors? Why isn't more education provided to the donor prior to being permitted to donate? I don't think most people understand, that organ donation includes EVERY and ANYTHING in your body. Would you have chose this if you knew how it would affect your treatment in a life or death situation? Did you know they would shave your skin from your body? Remove the bones from your limbs? Cut up your heart for the valves? Remove your veins? Cut up your eyes for pieces? Do people know this?
And who is benefitting from this? A "non-profit" comes to harvest it all, but are the "parts" being charged for like inventory? Or are the "non-profits" skyrocketing charges for the harvesting, transportation of, administrative fees, etc, so not to actually charge for the "parts"....With insurance left to flip the bill.
The business of organ donation is not made readily transparent to the public.....and for good reason . You'd think twice if you actually knew.
I would love to help save the lives of others, but not if it risks how the medical staff will direct the path of my life/death, not if it puts my children/family/loved ones under extreme duress. And I'd never put guilt on those who chose against it for these reasons; for I'd be am inconsiderate and/or selfish woman not to think of the donor and their loved ones.
At what price does organ donation come? Can we really trust the system?
Much more research to do on my end. But this is where I stand as of now.
I hope they read this link to understand better. The article tells your story, they could have been writing about you. AND I HOPE THEY WILL REPOST AND SHARE!!
http://m.us.wsj.com/articles/SB10001424052970204603004577269910906351598?mobile=y
One,
Wifey
TMI for a widow?
Disclosure: Sexual Content.
07/15/2014
Hey Hubby,
Yes, I know I'm not writing much. I'm kinda sick of dealing with thoughts and emotions. It's been 16 months since you've gone. 16 months of being alone. 16 months without companionship, intimacy, and sex.
Masturbation? Lol, nah. That's never been for me. It's the build up, head play, touch, scent, sounds....I need it all.
So, is it normal for a woman to have wet dreams? First I thought it was just happening in the dream. But recently I've woke in the middle of climaxing...uhhh...more than once. I mean, I'm not complaining. No work involved...and all the fun! Lol. But really, what triggers this to happen on a physiological basis? Is this normal?
Don't be jealous. I'd still rather put in the work and have you here. ♡♡♡
One,
Wifey
12/5/2013
The law of attraction, AKA: The Secret, is a funny thing…a fucked up funny kind of thing. Less than 2 weeks prior to my husbands death, my mother called me in one of her funky moods. She was upset with me for not being in touch, not calling, avoiding her, and asked if she did...
And I still hate myself for it....
Weeping Widow
Its one of those days. Tears keep coming. I ache to hear the comfort of your voice. If you could somehow speak to me, I’d sit in silence to soak it all in, every word, every tone. I’d close my eyes and imagine your beautiful lips form the shapes of each word. I’d listen to hear your breath as you inhale. I’d imagine the expression in your eyes. And when the end forced itself upon me, I would cry out “I love you, always, eternally. ” Please baby, speak to me.
You're still so quiet. Why?
Vicious Vows
Marriage. We said until death. It was a promise. It was an intimate joke. Did these vows curse us? Death’s done us part. My vows remains. I wonder, do yours? What is death my love?
I live my death daily waiting for our movie moment where our love breaks the barrier which divides us. Give me my movie moment Baby. Give me hope.
Still waiting....
My Daily Death
Today, I am angry with envy. Your flesh may have met death, but your spirit is free. I’m here, still, living without you; a slow, relentless, torturous death of the spirit. Every day waking to die again.
It continues...
To those of you in this Group of Grief here on tumblr who have lost your partner to suicide I thought I’d let you know that I follow a page on Facebook called Refuge in Grief: https://www.facebook.com/refugeingrief and they have just created a private group for widows and widowers of suicide...
“The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it’s not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of another person—without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other. They allow the other absolute freedom, because they know that if the other leaves, they will be as happy as they are now. Their happiness cannot be taken by the other, because it is not given by the other.”
Osho (via psych-facts)
“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.”
Anais Nin (via psych-facts)
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07/01/2014 My Sweet Hubby, I tried our rings on tonight. It felt like I was back in my skin. Natural. Comforting. Real. Me. I wish I could keep them on, but I can't stand the questions from others. I don't want to explain anymore. What ever will I do with them? I just won't give them away or sell them. But what good are they put away in a box? At least I can sleep in them. One, Wifey
Six types of Love
Eros
a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love
Ludus a love that is played as a game or sport; conquest; may have multiple partners at once
Storge an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity
Pragma love that is driven by the head, not the heart
Mania obsessive love; experience great emotional highs and lows; very possessive and often jealous lovers
Agape selfless altruistic love; spiritual
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